Do I dare imagine, in all audacity
That age would just be a number for me?
May I dream that at the age of sixty
I would be a diva, confident and sassy?
I wonder if my gray hair and wrinkles would give me
Grace, and an air of wisdom that the world could see..
I wonder if the cumulative wealth of experience
Would lend as much charm as youthful exuberance
Sometimes these hopes of aging with grace
With fears of aging poorly do get replaced
I get anxious that more and more cynical I would be
In an increasingly divided, fractured society
I wonder if poor health would take its toll
I worry that aging would mean my downfall…
Only time will tell what life has in store
I know I have so much more
To accomplish in the next decades few
Hope I live my life, being to myself true…